a night on the town

finally, getting out there and takin those social risks :)

last nite, after drinkin a small cup o joe from dunkin donuts, i headed into manhattan - the part of nyc where fakers and posers are a dime a dozen. i waited for the n/w train for about a half hour, was on it for twenty minutes, waited for the 6 train for ten minutes, and was on it for around five. the whole time i was thinking - why am i even bother making the effort to get all dressed up, made up, and cutsy? it's such an ordeal really, living in nyc - esp. going out out in the city.

no worries though, this isn't another one of my sordid rants. it has a happy ending actually. i ended up having a fly time with some cool peeps. i didn't really know any one there all that well. a couple travel buddies from a recent stint in india, another coupla folks that i've heard of and met once before, and a few folks i've never met before. it turns out that i was a bit over dressed (read hooched out) but it's cool - i ended up not takin off my coat cuz i felt too dramatic (plus my shirt was a bit sheer...)

in any case, the conversation was good - reminiscing about exchanges and incidents in the motherland, the traditional questions (job, location, etc.) and other random shit. also, i allowed myself one drink to loosen up a bit (my tolerance has gone way down these days)

so big ups to me for getting out there. i might be tryin to get out there tonight also...we'll see.